Ye Wei patted her back lightly, and did not speak, but raised his head to dissipate the mist in his eyes. On the battlefield, he had been seriously injured all over and almost died. He had not shed a single tear, and had seen how many brothers who were with him who were with him were dying in front of him. His heart was like a knife, but he still did not shed a single tear. Ten years ago, his mother, whom he had relied on for a lifetime, passed away due to illness. He knelt on the ground for five days without eating or drinking until he finally fell into a coma. From beginning to end, he still did not shed a single tear. Because he was a man of the Ye family who was strong and strong, he only bleed and did not shed tears for life.

Now, no matter how hard he tried to endure, a drop of water still overflowed from his eyes and slowly slipped down. Because his heart was so painful, he never knew that his heart could still hurt so much, but such heartache came from a flute sound, from the person who played the flute sound. How could he play such heartbreaking sorrow without real experience?

Chen'er...What have you experienced?

Hua Shuirou covered her face, crying like pear blossoms and rain, and the incense towel on her body was completely wet. Looking at the man holding the jade flute that originally belonged to her through her tears, she actually had the urge to rush over and hug him. Even Hua Zhentian beside her rubbed his eyes a few times and murmured to herself: "This flute sound is really evil, it's so evil... Damn, I can't stand it anymore, I feel so upset, it's exactly the same as my wife who died back then."

In the corner, a trembling body asked in a more trembling voice: "Chen'er... tell my grandfather, what's the name of this song?"

In the entire square, Ye Wuchen was the only one who looked calm. He smiled and replied: "This song was written improvised and had not had time to name it. It's better not to have a name, because after I blew it, I have forgotten it all now."

Such a shocking sound is just improvised... How amazing talent and profound attainments do it take to achieve it!? They were shocked, and they were so shocked. Perhaps the shocks of their lives were not as much as they did today. When they came here, they originally wanted to watch a few exciting games to add some embellishment to the boring and orderly life, but they did not expect that they had witnessed with their own eyes the amazing scenes that could never be seen or even believed in before. They were worried that this was a dream, because everything was so unreal, and they were afraid that this dream-inspiring thing would disappear after waking up from the dream.

Some people who traveled thousands of miles to Tianlong City to enjoy a visual feast were even more sighing. It turned out that what a wise choice was to come to Tianlong City.

"No! Looking at the history of Tianchen, this song has never happened. Although you have forgotten it, grandpa has firmly remembered it in my heart. Every note is not wrong, and grandpa also believes that everyone present will remember it for a lifetime. Although it is impossible for anyone to play the charm that is comparable to that before, it will definitely be famous for a lifetime in the future, so that every person who loves the flute will know what the highest level of the flute is. Chen'er just pretends to agree to a request from grandpa. If this song has no name, it will definitely be a great regret in my life." Wang Bo became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally he begged. As the teacher of Long Yin, his knowledge was as profound as the ocean. Today, he was completely impressed by one person in his heart, and this person was his grandson, Ye Wuchen.

"Since that's the case, this song is called "My Dreams in the Past"." Ye Wuchen said. He did not lie. When he fell the last note, he had completely forgotten the song. Since it was a dream, why should he be resentful? Since it was the past, let him go. At that time, he was a grass that would die in the storm at any time. Now, he has vowed to become a tree of heaven that looks proud of the world.

Forget... Forget the vague past, forget the confusion, forget the pain of the past. When you have enough strength, the lost past will naturally appear in front of you.
Chapter completed!